Ok, my fellow thirsty smut fans, here it is, the chapter that is mostly smut.
An Indecent Celebration
Chapter 18 of Wolf Warrior - can be read as a stand-alone smut fic
Finan x wife!OC
18+ ONLY - MINORS DNI
Summary: The Coccham Crew are in Winchester a few days after the Battle of Beamfleot. They've gathered in an alehouse to remember the fallen (RIP Clapa) and celebrate their victory. Lots of ale is consumed, and Finan gets spicy with his wife, Faoladhean (a Pictish warrior who is part of the crew). Sexy times ensue.
A/N: I used the name of Sihtric's wife from the novels. Also, toward the end, Finan makes reference to something, and if you haven't read the first story, you'll probably be confused. Faoladhean was captive in Dunholm when Uhtred and Ragnar took over. Let your imagination go from there. So because of that, she and Finan have always been somewhat... "tame."
CW: Smut, semi-public sex, alcohol/drinking/drunk people, Finan giving Dom vibes, cock warming, p in v
Words: 5.3k
Three days after the return to Winchester, the atmosphere of the town was jovial. The official announcement of the return of Lady Æthelflæd and defeat of the heathens at Beamfleot, plus the return of the kingdom’s wealth had left everyone in a celebratory mood. The alehouse nearest the inn was packed, but it wasn’t a deterrent to the party from Coccham, bruised and healing though they were. Faoladhean had uttered multiple prayers of thanks for those who were able to escape Beamfleot with their lives and bodies mostly intact.
Finan bore a large bruise and cut on the left side of his forehead, evidence of the headbutt he received inside the hall of Beamfleot; Faoladhean bore her own bruising, but blessedly less severe than she anticipated. The bridge of her nose, and the inner corners of her eyes were bruised and purple, but not to the point of blacked eyes. Even Uhtred, who had been trampled under Sigefrid’s horse, was faring better than anticipated with only a broken rib and bruising.
Uhtred and Gisela had accompanied everyone to the alehouse, and they had all taken a moment to honor Rypere, then Clapa, with Uhtred saying a few words about him, recounting his strength and his bravery. Faoladhean also offered a short remembrance of her own, as did Finan and Sihtric, then they drank to his memory. Faoladhean had to wipe away tears and wait until the lump in her throat eased before she could drink. Finan had looked at her and, seeing the emotion on her face, wrapped his arm around her to pull her in close to him. She rested her head on his shoulder, Finan tipped his head to rest against hers, and they sat in that position until she was able to compose herself a few moments later.
Sihtric had finally been allowed to wed Eahlswith earlier that day, and Faoladhean had worn a deep blue dress she purchased in the marketplace the day after returning from Beamfleot. Finan had encouraged her to do so, using the silver paid to them by King Alfred, grudgingly, as reward for the rescue of his daughter. Eahlswith looked at Faoladhean across the table and smiled when their eyes met.
“I love the color of your dress, Faoladhean! It is perfect for your complexion,” Eahlswith smiled, and Faoladhean felt her cheeks flush.
“Eh, thank ye. I just bought it the other day. I don’t often wear dresses, as they are noe all that practical for a warrior, ye ken? But occasionally, I wear one. Like for your wedding today!”
Eahlswith’s face lit up at the mention of the wedding, as if suddenly remembering that she and Sihtric had in fact been wed, at last. Sihtric turned his head to look over his wife and smiled, seeing the happiness on her face. He pulled her in for a deep kiss, then turned and looked at everyone else.
“My wife, everyone! I am married to the love of my life, at last!” Sihtric grinned as he spoke, and chuckled at Eahlswith’s slight flush of embarrassment.
Everyone at the table lifted their ale in salute, laughing all the while. Pitchers of ale were passed around, emptied, and refilled while they all talked and laughed. Gisela and Uhtred, who was still sore and achy, bowed out after a couple hours of stories and laughter, leaving just Finan and Faoladhean with Sihtric and Eahlswith. The women were getting along wonderfully, likely aided by the copious amount of ale that everyone had consumed so far.
At some point in the evening, Finan had tugged Faoladhean onto his lap, where he enjoyed having her so he could touch her and pepper kisses across her neck and shoulders. He was feeling a bit amorous and knew that Sihtric and his wife wouldn’t judge him for being so handsy with his own wife. As Faoladhean rocked on his lap with laughter, a sinful thought began to form in his mind, and a dark, self-satisfied smirk formed on his face.
Slowly, carefully, Finan began to draw the skirt of Faoladhean’s dress up as she sat in his lap, laughing and carrying on with Sihtric and Eahlswith. Getting it up to her knees was easy; it would be getting it up over her thighs that would be more difficult to do, and to do it so that it wouldn’t be noticeable to anyone else. He was relying on the fact that everyone in the place was inebriated to some extent.
Finan pressed a kiss to Faoladhean’s neck as he gathered the skirt in his nimble fingers, slowly inching it up to her knees and placing soft kisses all over the back and side of her neck as he went. He smirked and acted quickly to pull the fabric up over her thighs when Faoladhean had leaned forward and stood slightly to teasingly slap Sihtric upside the head over a joke he’d made. Satisfied he’d rucked it up enough for the time being, Finan released the bunched up fabric to pool around her on his lap and wrapped an arm around her waist, then lifted his ale to take a healthy drink of it. He knew his stealth had been successful when Faoladhean hadn’t taken notice of the draft that must certainly have resulted from her legs being bared to the open air.
“Have ye any idea how much teasing Sihtric has had tae suffer through since he first met ye?” Faoladhean asked Eahlswith with a giggle, her brogue thick from drink.
“He told me a bit, but it was a while ago that he mentioned it,” Eahlswith replied, smiling.
“Ach, twas near a constant fer a while, and mostly thanks tae this one!” Faoladhean jerked a thumb back at Finan. “I had tae tell ‘im more than a coupla times tae be nice!”
Finan shrugged as Eahlswith looked at him. “‘S true,” he grinned.
Faoladhean laughed as Sihtric rolled his eyes then pulled Eahlswith in for a kiss. Finan’s arm around her waist shifted, and she suddenly felt his warm, calloused palm skim across her bare thigh before it came to rest with his thumb barely brushing across her center. Something of her surprise must have shown on her face, because when Sihtric and Eahlswith parted from their kiss, Sihtric frowned as he looked at Faoladhean, and Eahlswith gave her what she assumed was a knowing smile.
“Sihtric has told me that the two of you have a son?” If Eahlswith knew what they were doing, she didn’t let on.
Faoladhean nodded, trying to ignore the heat building in her core as Finan kissed the exposed bit of shoulder at the neckline of her dress and grazed his teeth across her skin, while his long, skilled fingers dipped between her folds just enough to gather some of the slick that was building there before he slowly dragged them up to rest against her sensitive bud.
“Aye, Aodhán!” Faoladhean smiled as she tried to ignore Finan. “He’ll hae seen his first year at the winter solstice.”
“Oh that is lovely! Do you think you will have more?” Eahlswith smiled genuinely as she asked.
“Mm…mhmm,” Faoladhean nodded as she pressed her lips together to prevent a moan from escaping as Finan began to gently circle his fingertips against her. “Likely j-just one more, but if-if there were tae be more, that would be…lovely.” The last word came out on a sigh, and Eahlswith chuckled softly.
“Relax, my beautiful darling,” Finan murmured against her ear, speaking in Gaelic. “You would not want us to get caught, hm?”
Faoladhean turned her head to look at Finan over her shoulder. “What in the name of Taranis are you doing?!” she hissed back at him. Looking back at Sihtric and Eahlswith, Faoladhean forced herself to smile. “So, when d’ye think ye’ll hae bairns o’ yer own?”
“The sooner, the better,” Sihtric said, smiling at Eahlswith. “I want as many as Eahl will give me.”
Eahlswith laughed. “Mm, we shall see, Husband.” She leaned in to kiss Sihtric, and he responded by pulling her into his lap and kissing her deeply.
Faoladhean shifted reflexively on Finan’s lap as she felt his stiffening length beneath her arse; her own arousal grew under his clever fingers, and she had her hands braced flat on the table before her as she struggled to keep herself controlled to avoid being found out. Finan’s fingers kept dipping into her entrance, just barely entering, then skimming back up to the bud at the top. When he placed a hot, wet kiss below her ear, he spoke quietly, again in Gaelic to give them some sense of privacy.
“I am of a mind to undo my trousers right now and bury my cock deep inside you while we sit here.” He continued teasing at her opening with his fingertips, smiling at the gasp he heard, while alternating with quick strokes across her nub. “Would you allow me to do that, to take you in front of our friends while they have no idea?”
Faoladhean bit her lips to press them together and hold back the whimper that threatened to spill from her throat.
“Mm, you like the idea, no?” Finan dragged his lips and tongue down the column of her neck while he continued teasing at her core. “Do you think I could make you peak right here without anyone noticing?” His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine and caused her inner muscles to clench with desire.
Faoladhean shook her head gently. “No,” she whispered, “they would certainly notice.” She heard Finan chuckle just before he plunged one of his fingers deep inside her. He could feel her body shudder with desire then tense as he brushed his thumb across her nub.
Sihtric and Eahlswith were still focused on each other in newly wedded bliss, and Finan suddenly had an idea. “See that ale pitcher on the other end of the table?” She nodded. “I want you to stand up to reach it, then refill everyone’s cups, mm?”
Faoladhean felt her cheeks turn crimson and she hesitated in order to look over her shoulder at Finan. The heat and desire she saw burning in his eyes took her breath away and gave her a new-found confidence that was certainly bolstered by the alcohol. She stood and leaned forward slightly to grab hold of the pitcher, then topped off Sihtric and Eahlswith’s cups before refilling Finan’s and her own. When she went to lower herself back to sitting on Finan’s lap, he caught hold of her hip and held her in place for just a moment, then guided her back and down slowly. A stuttering gasp fell from her lips as she felt the blunt head of his cock nestle in between her folds. Luckily, the alehouse was noisy, and the sound was lost among the racket of so many voices. As she carefully lowered herself back to a seated position on Finan’s lap, her eyes closed and breath hitched when she felt herself stretching around his girth as she sunk down and sheathed him. Finan buried his face in the crook of her neck and hissed quietly through his teeth as she sunk down on him, the warmth of her surrounded him completely and suffused his body with carnal bliss.
“That’s it, beautiful. Just relax and keep talking. Whenever they’re done kissing, anyway.” Finan smirked as his hands brushed over her thighs, and he trailed his fingers up the inside of them until he settled one over her center and teased at her sensitive bud.
Faoaldhean let out a squeak as he nipped at her shoulder again, and dropped her head back to rest on Finan’s shoulder. She brought an arm up and hooked it around his neck, her eyes half closed as she looked at him. Finan smiled at her, a look of utter satisfaction on his face. He bowed his head until their lips almost met and hovered there, teasing her with the proximity, a chuckle rumbling through his chest as Faoladhean leaned up to make contact that he moved away from.
“You deny me a kiss, but insist on burying yourself in me?” Faoladhean whined softly, continuing the conversation in Gaelic, her face falling into an indignant scowl.
“Mm,” Finan chuckled as he brushed his lips across hers. “Perhaps I just enjoy teasing you, my angel.” His fingers pressed down on her bud, causing her to clench around him, a deep, quiet groan answering Faoladhean’s soft whimper. “I feel you flutter every time I deny you the kiss.” He contracted the muscles in his groin to cause his cock to twitch and caught her mouth in a kiss to muffle her startled moan, while continuing to rub lazy circles around her bundle of nerves.
“There you all are!”
Faoladhean felt her peak building and her cheeks began to burn crimson with a combination of arousal and embarrassment as she worried that allowing herself to peak would lead to their friends realizing exactly what was going on at their side of the table; Sihtric and Eahlswith didn’t look far off from humping each other at the table, either, and she had a front row seat to their attention on each other as she straddled Finan’s lap. Faoladhean began to rock her hips just slightly, gently enough that her upper body showed no movement, and smiled when Finan buried his face in the crook of her neck, the vibration against her skin telling her that he was groaning in response. Two can play at this game, she thought with a self-satisfied smirk.
Faoladhean turned to look toward the familiar voice and smiled at Osferth as she grabbed her ale for a drink. “Baby monk! Glad ye finally decided tae join us!” She giggled as Finan froze momentarily, his free hand coming up to grab his own ale for a drink.
Eahlswith and Sihtric finally came up for air as Faoladhean greeted the youngest member of their group, smiling and greeting him with red, swollen lips.
Osferth pulled up another stool to the table after setting down a new pitcher of ale. “Yes, I-I had to visit the church and pray before I came here.”
Faoladhean raised her glass to him. “Ye can take the boy out o’ the church, but ye cannae take the church-” she hiccuped, “out o’ the boy, aye?”
“Well now,” Finan chimed in with a grin as he leaned over and clapped Osferth on the back, “since ya got your sword wet, maybe it’s time for ya to wet something else! Might as well embrace the bastard life. What d’ya say, Baby Monk? Fancy finding a whore?”
Sihtric raised his cup in agreement as Eahlswith giggled at Osferth’s obvious embarrassment. Osferth ignored the comment, choosing instead to fill his cup with ale, and top off all the others, but found them already filled.
“Osferth, I know a couple of girls who would be perfect for you - they prefer virgins.” Eahlswith said, a teasing glint in her eye.
Osferth mumbled something and took a drink of his ale. Faoladhean raised a brow and glanced at Eahlswith and Sihtric, then turned back to Osferth. “Wha’ was tha’ ye said, Baby Monk?”
“Speak up, boy,” Finan said, and Faoladhean could hear the grin in his voice, “it is loud in here.”
“I said,” Osferth began, his gaze fixed on the table, “I am not a virgin.”
Everyone at their table began to laugh as Osferth turned multiple shades of red from his neck to his ears and he shifted uncomfortably on his seat.
“Baby Monk, yer own hand doesn't count!” Finan grinned as Osferth slumped forward and covered his face with his hands in mortification.
Placing one of her hands on Osferth’s shoulder, Eahlswith smiled gently at him. “Oh, Osferth. It is nothing to be ashamed of. Plenty of men go to a whore for their first time.”
Faoladhean giggled, and suddenly became aware of just how many muscles clenched as she did so, reminding her of the precariously delicious position she was in, and felt her cheeks burn hotter. Finan also noticed, and he sat up straight to wrap his arm around her waist.
Placing a heated kiss below her ear, Finan whispered, “I don’t think I can sit here like this much longer without losing control of myself and bending you over this table in front of our friends.” He growled in her ear as he felt Faoladhean’s core clench at his words, his fingers resumed to rub lazily at the nub between her legs, and his other hand slid down to clench her thigh in a tight grip. “At this rate, I don’t think I can wait until we get back to our room at the inn.”
Turning her head to meet his lusty gaze, Faoladhean arched her brow. “And whose fault is that, Husband?” Despite the slight slurring when speaking Saxon, her Gaelic still came out crystal clear.
Finan smiled darkly at her and pinched the little bundle of nerves between her thighs. His grip on her leg had tightened to prevent her from jerking as much as he could. “Keep up the insolence, and you might regret it.” He captured her lips in a blistering kiss, uncaring of their friends being present. The soft whimpers coming from Faoladhean made his cock twitch within her. Pulling back from the kiss, he took note of the almost dazed look in her eyes, and he raised a hand to her cheek, watching her chest heave with her heavy breaths.
Stunned into silence, Faoladhean blinked at him, her lips slightly parted as she tried not to pant. The look on his face was one of feral desire, and she felt a new wave of moisture flow from her to pool around where they were joined.
“You are going to stand up in a moment,” Finan rumbled into her ear, “and start saying good night to distract everyone while I situate myself.” He smirked at her then, watching the blush spread across the top of her chest as she nodded.
Faoladhean looked at their friends, who were all chatting with one another and seemingly paying no mind to the two of them. With a shaking hand, Faoladhean reached out for her ale and quickly brought it up to her suddenly-parched lips, anticipation and excitement building in her. Feigning a yawn with a slight stretch of her arms, Faoladhean drew the attention of Osferth, at least, as Sihtric and Eahlswith were busy making eyes at each other. Faoladhean went to set her mug down, and in her distracted state, accidentally knocked over the pitcher of ale, sending it to flood across the table onto Eahlswith’s lap.
A flurry of motion surrounded their table suddenly, as Eahlswith jumped from Sihtric’s lap, Osferth lunged to catch the pitcher before it could roll off the table, and Faoladhean jumped up in shock when it happened. Finan chuckled as he remained seated, tucked himself back in his trousers, and drained his cup of ale. He was grinning widely at the commotion caused, unintentionally, by his oh-so-flustered wife - her state that he was responsible for.
“Ach, Ahm so sorry about this, Eahlswith! I can be so clumsy after too much ale!” Faoladhean apologized profusely as she wiped down the table with a rag brought over by one of the tavern maids, while Eahlswith and Sihtric dabbed at her now-soaked dress with another.
Smiling at her, Eahlswith put a hand on Faoladhean’s shoulder. “Do not worry about it. I am fine! Believe me, I am accustomed to having all manner of things spilled on me.” Eahlswith wiggled her eyebrows with a cheeky smile on her face.
Faoladhean stared at her for moment, completely taken aback by what the woman was implying. Then she began to giggle, and Eahlswith joined in. Her giggling was cut off by a pinch on her arse cheek as Finan stood beside her and wrapped his arm around her waist.
“With that, we shall take our leave for the evening. Baby Monk, stay out of trouble.” Finan grinned at their friends then looked down at Faoladhean and winked at her. Faoladhean felt her heart skip a beat when she saw the lusty, heated promise in his eyes, and her cheeks began to flush once again.
Immediately out of the alehouse into the cooler night air, Finan pulled her in against him and captured her lips in a searing kiss, humming softly when she immediately stroked her tongue alongside his, exploring within his mouth as deep as she could reach. Faoladhean felt her pulse quicken, and moaned softly when she felt his arousal grind against her hip. Finan pulled away after a moment, his breaths deep and quick as he gazed down at her.
“You still have no idea of what you do to me, do ya?”
“Hm,” Faoladhean bit her bottom lip as she hummed. “I think I have an idea. But tis noe my fault!” She smiled up at him and batted her lashes teasingly.
“It is your fault,” he said lowly, his hands sliding from her hips to grip at her arse. “You just being around is enough to bring out the beast in me.” He made an animal-like growl and bit down on her neck.
Faoladhean started to laugh, but it turned into a low moan as she felt his teeth on her skin. Without another word, Finan took her by the hand and headed in the direction of their inn, his strides long and sure; Faoladhean nearly had to jog to keep up with him, but she giggled at the thrill of his determination, and her own arousal was still simmering deep within after his attentions in the alehouse. She kept glancing up at him, the smile never leaving her face, and when he looked at her, she could see that almost feral look lurking in his eyes. It gave her a flush of warmth through her gut when she saw it. Suddenly, Finan pulled her off the street and into a narrow, dark alleyway between buildings.
“Finan! What ar–” Faoladhean was cut off by Finan’s mouth on hers once more, capturing and claiming her as he backed her against a wall and their teeth clashed. His hands immediately began rucking up her skirt as her arms went around his neck and their tongues danced within their mouths. The kiss was sloppy and heated, full of a carnal need that set her body aflame and left her breathless.
Finan broke the kiss and slid his mouth down her neck. “Can’t wait,” he mumbled against her skin between kisses, “any longer. Need ya.” One hand found its way between her plush thighs, and both of them made noises of satisfaction as Finan stroked through her folds. “I want to take ya from behind, is that all right?”
Panting breathlessly, Faoladhean nodded, her eyes locked on Finan’s. His gaze traveled from her eyes to her swollen lips to her heaving chest as his fingers circled her bud.
“Are ya sure?” His voice took on that raspy, deep tone that indicated how much he was fighting to keep his self control.
“Yes,” Faoladhean whispered as she gazed up at him.
As if in testament to his slipping self-control, Finan roughly grabbed her hips and spun her around; the quickness and abrupt movement made the breath catch in her throat, but not in fear. Hot arousal slid through her core at his sudden lack of gentleness, and as her hands came to rest against the wall before her, Faoladhean’s head dropped back against him with a soft moan when he rucked up her skirt with one hand and plunged the other between her thighs.
“Do ya like that?” He whispered in her ear as he pulled her skirt up over her arse, then pulled her hips back toward himself.
Faoladhean nodded, feeling her arousal beginning to coat her thighs. This was the first time for her to ever do something like this, not just in public, but to have Finan taking her in such a way, and after what they had done in the alehouse, she wasn't worried or thinking about the possibility of being caught. Arousal and desire burned hot within her, and she wanted Finan to fulfill the need he had sparked as soon as possible - even if that meant doing so in a dark alley in Winchester.
“Do ya want me to be gentle?” His mouth was beside her ear, and the question came just as he started to rub the tip of his cock through her slickened folds.
Faoladhean shuddered as she looked over her shoulder at Finan. “No,” she said quietly, and noted the intensity with which Finan was looking down at her.
With a sharp nod, he notched his cock at her entrance and gripped her hips tightly. As he pushed forward and sank into her warmth, a shudder traveled down his spine and his toes curled inside his boots. “Christ, Faoladhean,” he murmured as his groin came to rest against her firm arse. “Always feel so good for me, mo ghrá,” he hissed as he heard a whimper from her while her walls clenched around him. “I love the sounds and noises you make, but remember we are in public.”
Faoladhean nodded, her eyes closed and lips parted as she stretched around him, waiting for him to set the pace. When he finally moved, he withdrew slowly, then drove forward roughly. Faoladhean gasped as her body rocked toward the wall from the force of his thrust, hot sparks of pleasure bursting forth from her core. Again, he withdrew slowly and drove himself deeply, and Faoladhean found herself bracing against the wall with her palms and she moaned when he did it again.
“Faster, love,” she panted out and shoved her hips back toward Finan.
He groaned as his fingers tightened on her hips and withdrew slowly once again. This time, he plunged deep within and set a blistering pace. Faoladhean’s mouth opened on a gasping moan, punctuated with every meeting of his hips to her arse. She clenched around Finan every time he pulled her hips back to meet him. The pace was fast and rough, and so unlike what she was used to with Finan that it set her senses into overdrive. The passion singing through her blood was hotter than ever, and Faoladhean felt as if her body was glowing from the heat as it spread from her core. Her focus narrowed down to sensation alone as Finan took her higher with each thrust, letting out a whine when she realized his stones smacked against her bud with each forward motion.
“My beautiful Faoladhean, you deserve so much more than to be taken like a whore in an alley,” he panted beside her ear as he rutted into her, “but sweet Christ, ya feel like heaven like this.”
Finan leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder, groaning at the whimper that it caused. Feeling his peak building quickly at the base of his spine, his stones drawn tight with the need to spill, Finan released one of her hips to drop his hand between her thighs, and his other hand reached up to cup her breast. He let out a growl as Faoladhean’s head dropped back against him with a long moan, and stroked at her bud as he continued thrusting rapidly. The sound of flesh meeting flesh seemed to echo in the alley around them, but it only increased Finan’s desire and need to claim his wife. He grunted as he felt her muscles contracting around him erratically and his peak drew close enough to feel as if he was walking on the edge of a blade.
“Let go, mo aingeal alainn. Let me feel you fall apart on my cock while I rut you.”
His voice, husky and deep with his arousal and right beside her ear, caused Faoladhean to shudder, and suddenly the tension knot deep within her center released. She let out a muffled cry as she bit her lips together, and a high pitched whine then sounded in her throat as Finan’s thrusts became erratic and she felt herself topple into the molten heat of ecstasy. Knees suddenly gone weak, Faoladhean sagged in his arms as she shook with the intensity of the waves of bliss that rolled through her body. Finan held her tightly with one arm, the other braced against the wall as he let out a strained groan while his seed spilled deep within her. He thrusted slowly a few more times, gasping at the contractions of her core around him.
Both of them remained braced against the wall with one arm each, breathing heavily as they came down from their pleasure high. Faoladhean’s legs still shook, so Finan kept an arm around her waist as he kissed her neck and cheek, murmuring soft declarations of love in between panting breaths as his cock softened within her. Faoladhean hummed contentedly, her head dropping back to rest on his shoulder and a smile of bliss on her face.
“I-I did not think being rutted from behind could be pleasurable.” Faoladhean sighed dreamily, finally getting her breathing back to normal.
Finan stiffened behind her, his mouth still beside her ear. “Jesus, Faoladhean,” he said softly, his breath hot and damp on her skin. “I-I can’t believe I didn’t think of-of what you told me about…”
She moved to allow him to slip out, then turned to face him, smiling gently in the dark alley and raised a hand to his cheek. “It’s fine, love. I wanted it. And,” she paused and bit her lower lip gently for a moment as she gazed up into his eyes, “you asked first, remember? I agreed.”
Finan’s eyes slid closed as he exhaled deeply before nodding. “I do now. I was so caught up in the moment, and I didn–”
Faoladhean pressed a finger over his lips as she smiled and looked up at him through her lashes. “I am fine, Finan. Stop worrying about it.”
Nodding as he wrapped his arms around her, Finan brought his lips down to crush hers in a deep kiss, one that conveyed his love and appreciation for her. Faoladhean ran her fingers across his scalp as she returned the kiss, and stroked her tongue along his bottom lip, laughing through her nose at the groan it elicited from him.
Finan pulled away, reluctantly, and let go of her to put himself back in his trousers. “If you want another go, I am on board,” he smirked at her, “once we get back to the inn.”
Giggling, Faoladhean reached out to gently push his hands aside and bent down so she could slip Finan’s semi-hard cock back into his trousers. He watched her hands as they worked to tighten and tie them, then looked up at her face to see her eyes focused on his. He noted the blissed out expression on her face and smirked, then pulled her upright and kissed her deeply, one hand cupping the back of her head while the other traveled over her hip to squeeze her arse. Faoladhean quietly moaned into his mouth as she stroked her tongue alongside his.
When they finally separated, they held each other’s gaze for a moment. Finan raised the hand from her arse and cupped her jaw. “How did I ever get so lucky as to find a woman like you, hm?” His voice held tenderness, and his thumb stroked her cheek gently as he gazed down at her.
Faoladhean smiled and giggled softly. “I could ask the same of you, love. Let us leave this alley and find our room.” Her smile grew cheeky as she grabbed him by the hand and tugged him back toward the street.
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